At the cafe. Polling station is directly across the road and will open in a few minutes. Already a queue of people waiting to vote. Party banners on the fence, people with how-to-vote cards at the ready. Hardest decision I have before me is if I should join them once I’ve finished breakfast. But the barbie’s not been wheeled out yet and I’ve not organised anything for lunch.
It’s funny: the whole thing sort of ramped up at around 5 minutes to 8 o’clock.